Writing Prompt: Misplaced
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
The cosmic hand misplaced me, Zhala, and dropped me here. I traveled in its pocket for the better part of centuries before it realized that it had lost me, somewhere on the far side beyond several galaxies. It is filled with angst because it knows I don’t belong here, but it has yet to find me, having forgotten to make the psychic connection before embarking on its journey. Now, it cannot hear me when I call and I cannot hear it. But I feel it searching for me, desperate to find me and take me home to where I belong.
I was born with this knowing, just as one is born knowing their sex. This place where I was dropped is strange to me. I have no connection to the ways of this world called Earth. Everything feels alien, stranger than strange.
But I wait for the cosmic hand, hoping it will remember when last it saw me and possibly figure out where it misplaced me. I am waiting. I long for my home, far away from this place.
© zaji, 2016
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I feel the same way like I don’t belong here. Even as a child I felt this way and the feeling has become stronger as I get older. I’m ready to return from whence I came. However I suppose I am here for a reason and I would not want to leave this earth realm leaving my brother Stephen behind. So I stay. For him.